Unlike other mafia bosses, Benicio is a pezzo di merda even to his own men. No exceptions. Not even me. Been working for him for two decades and he still sends me out on errands other lowly associates could have done. Like now. Picking up his daughter at the airport. Merda! I should be somewhere else, doing something more important than playing bodyguard and driver. He shoulda asked her own fiancé to come here. But no. It’s me. Has to be me. Frustration mounts the longer I wait. But when she arrives and I get a proper look at her. Dio mio! Is this her? Cara? The mafia princess whom Benicio just essentially sold to someone to further his wealth, power, and influence? No way! No way am I gonna stand here and watch this little girl marry someone else. Someone she hasn’t even met yet. Someone who’ll only treat her like a trophy and nothing else. Someone who’ll most likely hurt her. Cara is mine. She’s never known what it’s like for someone to look after her. She will now. With her Daddy. Make no mistake. I live in a world where only the most brutal, ruthless men survive. Someone’s about to find out none of them is worse than me. Especially when it comes to protecting my girl. After all, they don’t call me ‘Barbaro’ for nothing.